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Think. Then, if you don’t make Yourself equal, You can’t comprehend, Or leap clear of all that’s corporeal. Close your eyes. Let darkness arrest its course, And allow the mind to merge on the great curve.

Chapter 2 Ryle blinked as the room’s harsh tones of fitful sleep suddenly stopped. In their case place, the soft-rhythmic swish of a hundred breaths, inhaling and exhaling in quiet inexplicable unison,

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We wait and wait For something to happen. And it doesn’t. It can’t happen because it’s an abstraction. Something never happens. The world spins, Entropy continues Everything breaks down, Ages. Rusts.

A Reminder of the Super Essential Stuff: Fame and fortune, Claim your portion. After all, it’s yours! Those unknown types? I think they’re, like, Very boring boors. Wealth and money, Get it, honey! Happiness

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